The past is gone, I wish I could get it back. A second chance at doing things right.
No, I’m not reminiscing the wounds that have left scars on my heart that can never be removed. I’ve you to get them back to my mind if I ever forgot them.
“Past is past, what has happened has happened. Leave it and look to the future.” That’s what you told me isn’t it?
I believed they were words of solace. My wounds felt like they were healing under its touch. Now I realize, they were just words.
Today, someone else was sent down the road I was sent. That someone was in pain too, and was sure of the wrong turn as I was. Yet, the tone in your voice made me realize, you never believed that surety either. A moment later, your words confirmed it.
Some words console, some obscure our vision and some, well they just reopen the wounds of the past. Couldn’t you see the smile on my face? Didn’t you realize I was happy now? Are you so blind that you couldn’t see that my wounds were healing?
I’d disagreed with one of my friends a few days back. Dear, I think I might agree with you now. The past does at times repeat itself.
Well, it’s done. I’m bleeding again. You’ll say the same words again, I might begin to forget the past again, but someone will travel down that path I was sent. You’ll see it, and even if those wounds have closed, you’ll tear them open again.
Should I complain? Or give you a pat on the back? You did it. Well, I guess that’s your job.You are my father after all.